(Or How to Make Others Live-up to Your Better Expectations) We were 22 and 20, a male and a female old enough to know what we were doing. We were idealistic, fully embracing the Counterculture of shared euphoria pushing … Continue reading
Category Archives: In My 20s
Well, one day, a college buddy calls up and says he and his bride are driving East to visit. “Great!” I say, but when they arrive I’m caught in a fix because that night two runaway 17 year-old girls from … Continue reading
One of the regulars at Rittenhouse Square was a fellow named Kioshi, a brilliant man with a great job writing restaurant reviews for the Inquirer. He often bought the kids meals and provided his own place as a crash pad. … Continue reading
It took eight weeks for the Voyage House Steering Committee to decide to hire me. I had to have one-on-one interviews with the director, the three counselors, the one lead teacher, and one of the group home mothers. Meanwhile I … Continue reading
That was it. I just got up and left. Eventually I parked Earth Protector at my parents and got a ride with some of my sister’s friends going to the conventions. Eventually after that my sister and I decided to … Continue reading